Wednesday, August 09, 2006

After Working into the Wee Hours on a New Story


After working into the wee hours on a new story and then having a restless sleep, I was treated out to a picnic at Marblehead, on Lake Erie. I did take some books and notebooks and scratched a few notes. I'm now keeping three separate notebooks, a green one for Ohio River work, a red one for creative non-fiction, and a black one for meditations.
Posted by Theresa Williams at 12:06 AM
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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wonderful.
V

6:39 AM
emmapeelDallas said...

I like the idea of the 3 notebooks.

11:02 PM
Erin Berger Guendelsberger said...

Black seems like the perfect color for meditation!

12:54 PM

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